Remembrance Day Poems | Examples
These Remembrance Day poems are examples of Day poems about Remembrance. These are the best examples of Day Remembrance poems written by international poets.
I remember,
Lestweforget,
And the phrase:
Between the wars,
Said during:
Times of peace.
He died on the field, to live in the heart,
Lifted are nations by heroes that fall;
Never we’ll know on which ground he took part;
But then, the truth is, he died on them all.
He held, on that day, “No evil shall pass!
No, not today, though I die at my post!”
Courage is not just a word by the crass,
But rises with flames, when duty calls most.
What shall we think of a life cut so short?
There once died a rose, that others might bloom;
What shall that death to the living report?
There once rose a call, that lives past the Tomb:
To face every danger, never to lag,
And to embody what’s meant by the flag.
Ladies, this day is your day.
A remembrance of your works
Of your life, love, caring, heart
Of your perfect fire of life
We, the men, thank you all for your
All your sacrifices, help, love, and touches
Without you, ladies, we are nothing
The crown of life is yours.
Thank you for everything in this life
And in all the lives, all times
We love you. Men. The men
Ladies, all days must be your days
You must get respect
You must get the limelight
Every day is a holiday
Celebrated for
Women's Day
We love you
Always
Men
---- Sorely the remains of " Paul Perkins"
...is not beneath nothing it's not his true self that resides below. But is his remains flesh, bone, skeletor and teeth. His choose essence is within Spirit as a soul goes back to God. The breath God gave him. And the family he left behind that is how we now can see him
PAUL PERKINS
Grandfather
Brother Uncle Husband
11/25/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
Today is Veterans Day
or has America forgotten
once again
Eighty-five years since
the tragic Crystal Night
may prayers and stars bind
to remember their plight
Sunflowers I kiss
This treble clef on my rib
I rest in Heaven
Love God and love me
I am Peace, I am human
Pray for our children
red poppies
swaying in the wind
freedom bought and paid
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on October 16, 2025 for contest 1421 A NEW HAIKU sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
The lanes of Yew trees
in the Garden of Remembrance
cast long shadows
over the wilting wreaths of regret.
The miasma
of the colophons
inscribed
superseded by
the suppressed vignettes
at each service held.
a searing gash
the world still lives through
Sep.11~
as phoenix proudly rises
from ashes, life resurrects.
the red poppy is almost an orange-red
two of my favorite colors, reminding me of bravery
the red -blooded soldiers who are willing to sacrifice everything
a field of these blooms parade about in my mind’s eye
reminding me to be more patriotic not just on special days
Today is the day
Twenty-nine years to the day
Life changed forever
Duty calls from valleys deep and wide,
Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide.
Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain,
Rain of trials met with a calm refrain.
Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky,
Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly.
Fly with honor carved in steel and soul,
Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role.
Role of country’s shield in battle’s fire,
Fire of freedom fed by hearts’ desire.
Desire to serve with valor, strong and true,
True to flags in red and white and blue.
Blue, the banner waving high above,
Above all stands their country, duty, and love.
The day is solemn
time to reflect
a thankfulness for sacrifice
Flags placed to honor
Names carved on stone
Dates of lives gone
Grace and silent prayers
No need for spoken words
shed a few tears
White crosses far to many
numbering those lost
who gain us this day of remembrance
The Quiet screams louder than a thousand bombs
rapid screech of gun fire
explosion of a grenade
the agony cry of a bayonet piercing life
hand to hand combat as the knife stabs through the heart
the dead lying silent on a bloody battlefield
Deafening sound of war.
We are here for the few that go
our way of life lives by the lost of their souls
we speak through their silence
Scripture read, prayer said, Taps bugle calls
tears flow
The Quiet.